Love is like a dog - no matter how devoted, it leaves or dies if you don't bother to feed it. You think you have me, but you don't, not any more. I found someone who appreciates me, has time for me, loves me. You give me lies, imperiously dole out scraps of time, smugly withhold affection, make me work for every morsel of attention you graciously bestow. He gives freely, openly, willingly. Smile that smug smile - soon you will look for me, and I'll be gone.